The Stalker (SAMPLE! Published!)

Prologue

Three and a half years ago, a friend of mine, Ava, invited me to her work's New Year's Eve party, in hopes to introduce me to someone she had just started working with. His name? Warren. After arriving to the party, and having a couple cocktails, Ava ran into the man she wanted to introduce me to, and walked him over to me. The moment I locked eyes with him, my heart melted, and thought what a God, he was the most gorgeous human being on this planet. Throughout the night while talking and mingling with others, our eyes occasionally wandered to each other's. He'd raise his glass of champagne, wink, and smile. Giving me a smile that was so warm, it had my insides fluttering, making me feel all warm inside, and causing me to smile right back at him.

Just before midnight, a random guy walked over to me, asking if I would like to dance. I obliged, and walked with him onto the dance floor. Within seconds of dancing, Warren cut in, taking me away from the unknown man, and began dancing with me. "Hope you don't mind me cutting in, and taking you away from him, but I really wanted to get a dance in with you, before the clock struck midnight," I remember him saying.

The moment I asked why, the clock struck midnight. He looked at me, cupped the back of my head, and pulled me in for a kiss. Giving me a kiss that had me feeling warm, melting inside, my inner core throbbing, and me feeling weak in the knees. "That's why," he said softly as he parted his lips from mine. "Happy New Year, Serenity."

I didn't know what to say to him, the kiss surprised me, and I stood there in a daze as I thought about what had just happened, and wondered why he kissed me the way he did. He removed his jacket and placed it over my shoulders, before walking me out to the balcony. We talked outside for a while, exchanged phone numbers, and before leaving the party, he pulled me in for one last, long, and most memorable kiss. That last kiss of the night left me breathless, hooked, and made it so I couldn't wait for him to call.

A year and a half after we met, he promised to give me the world, and we ended up marrying in a small lavish ceremony, located on a private Island in the Key West. Warren said he wanted this to be all about me, it was my day, and that I deserved to have the most memorable wedding ever. He took it upon himself to make sure it was as special as it could ever be, and rented the entire private Island. It was perfect, we had it to ourselves, along with our close families, and the only other people on the island, were the workers.

It was the perfect wedding. We were married on the sandy beach, with palm trees blowing in the wind, seagulls flying all around us, singing with no care in the world, and with the extremely beautiful blue ocean alongside of us. On top of that, the weather was damn near perfect.

The first year we were married, I thought everything was perfect. We made love every chance we could, day, and or night, and wherever we could. We talked heavily about having a family of our own, how many kids we wanted, and then he bought me a dream home. I never thought in my wildest dreams, I would marry a man who had it all. He was a dream come true, he was tall, dark haired, and his chocolate brown eyes had me melting every time I looked into them. His body was eye-catching, buff, with well-developed muscles, and abs that were so delicious, strong as could be, or as others would call it, a six-pack. He had all the money in the world, and I owed meeting this man to my best friend, Ava.

I never understood why she wanted me to meet him. As hot as he was, I would have thought she would have gone after him, but then again, she was engaged to be married. I on the other hand was single, and was looking for the right one to bring home to mama.

After buying me my first home, he wanted me to have our home the way I wanted it to be. I got a hold of architects, designers, and after all of us came together with our ideas, thoughts, the layouts, and designs using computer graphics, we were able to come up with a whole different look to the inside. It took quite a few months, but after it was finished, it was the most beautiful home on the planet, and were finally able to move into the dream home he allowed me to have.

I thought we were on the right track to starting a family, but then things started changing. After moving into the home, he began working more, always out of town, and was only home on the weekends. He hired maids to help me clean the home, a couple cooks since I couldn't cook worth a shit, and a butler in which I felt it was only to watch, look over me, and to report anything back to him that he thought was suspicious. I always caught him eyeing me, and would sort of follow me around the home, at least that's how I felt. Whenever I was on the phone, he always seemed to be nearby, listening in on every conversation I had. I never had anything to worry about, I never did anything, and never really did go anywhere unless it was to hang out with Ava, which was hardly ever since she was always working.

I was lonely, and since Warren wouldn't let me work, I needed to do something to keep me busy and hired someone to come over, and to give me piano lessons. Just to keep me from going insane, I would practice and play the piano all day long. Whenever I was feeling sad, empty, and lonely, it was my way of escaping, and putting my mind into a different world.

Whenever Warren came home, his way of making up to me for being gone for long periods of time, was by making love to me all day, or all night, depending on whatever time he came home. I always felt I could smell another woman on him, but in his line of work, he was always around other women. I never understood why he needed to be away so much, and anytime I asked him why he couldn't take a break and spend more time with me, he claimed he couldn't, that his job needed him.

He was a pilot for a major airline company, and according to him, he was the best one they had. After turning eighteen years old, he enlisted into the air force, and that was when he learned how to fly. Becoming the best pilot in the air force, and when he was twenty-five, he got on honorable discharge, and began working for the airlines, where he's been ever since.

Fast forward another year. We now have been married two years, and if you were to ask me if we were still on our honeymoon, I would tell you, I wish.

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Serenity Cooper- 25 years old

Warren Cooper- 29 years old